Forced to be his ♡✔️

5. your place belongs on my lap.

Edited (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Yoongi's Pov

The insistent knock on my door had me groaning. It was Jimin, of course. What else could it be? I knew he was probably up to something, his voice a saccharine tease from outside.

Jimin:  "I'll give you clothes, but in return, you should give me a kiss,"

he cooed, his words dripping with that damn playful smirk he always wore.

I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck does he think of himself? Fucker, I won't kiss you," I thought, my annoyance rising.

Yoongi : "I won't just give you clothes. Give me clothes first,"

I barked, a warning edge to my voice.

Jimin : "Well, I won't unless you give me a kiss in return,"

he countered, his tone light and unconcerned.

Yoongi : i'll give you kiss , clothes first,"

I repeated, gritting my teeth. I was tired of this game. My patience was wearing thin. He'd probably gone and bought some ridiculous, big outfit

The sound of a door closing and a familiar shuffling noise followed. I peeked through the door. He was holding a large, oversized dress, the fabric silky and bright pink. I had to choke back a growl.

Yoongi : "I should've known,"

I muttered to myself.

Jimin : "Oh, my dear Yoongi,"

he said, his voice husky and playful,

Jimin : "are you all wet and ready for me?"

He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I threw the door open a crack.

Yoongi  : "Shut up, Jimin. Just pass me some clothes,"

I snapped. He just grinned wider.

Jimin : "With pleasure, my sweet. But first, tell me...are you feeling a little cold?"

He leaned in, his face inches away from mine. He could smell like sunshine and sugar, I hated how much it affected me.

Yoongi : "No. Just get me the clothes,"

I growled, my voice hoarse.

Jimin : "Oh, come on, don't be shy. I know you're waiting for me to warm you up,"

he purred.

Yoongi : "Jimin, I swear to god-"

I started, but he interrupted.

Jimin : "Okay, okay. Here's your precious clothes. Open the door, give me a kiss, and take the clothes."

He held out the dress, his smile unwavering. I knew he was baiting me, I could feel a fire starting in my chest. But I wasn't going to play his game.